Hi all! I just wanted to let y'all know that I have MISTAKENLY stolen someone's idea. /sigh/ It was an accident, as I hadn't read the story until after I finished chapter two of Stuck On You... BUT.. because the idea's are so similar it's eerie, I felt that it was only fair to A) Point out the other story on ff.net. It's Bonded Together, by *Imaginative Me*(aka Burrow Girl), and the link is... http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=123023
It's a Draco/Hermione, though, not a Draco/Ginny.
and B) I'm going to try as hard as I can to make THIS story different, but, to make sure I'm not subconsciously copying, I'm not going to read the rest of Bonded Together until this fic is done. SOOO.. the good news being.. as soon as your done reading chapter 3 of Stuck On You, (If you haven't read *Imaginative Me*'s Bonded Together already), you can go read her story! It's worth it, folks!
~ Leeko
P.S. - Harry Potter and all of it's wonderful characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this fic.
Stuck On You ~Chapter 3
By Caliko
"What are we doing here?" I asked, covering my confusion with boredom. The battlements appeared in front of us like huge stone teeth, with the silvery moon peeking out between the dark stone.
"Shhh! Sound travels at night. Trust me, Malfoy, your gonna love this!" She muffled her giggles with her hand, then led me to a box that sat in the shadows. "C'mon!" She said, motioning me forward with her hand.
"What?"
/sigh/ "Look down."
I leaned over the waist high wall, and glanced to the ground. In the light of a small lantern, I could barely make out two heads leaning closely together. One, dark and bushy, and the other straight and red. As red as my companions, to be exact.
Looking back at Ginny's smug face, I narrowed my eyes, afraid that I misunderstood. "So?" I muttered, "Your brother is making out with Granger."
"Hmmm... yes." She handed me a balloon filled with water, "My boyfriend broke up with me when Ron threatened to cut off his.. er.. jewels.. if he got too close."
Suddenly smiling, I realized that little Ginny Weasley was asking me to help her torment her brother. :::Why not? It's my favorite hobby!::: I breathed in sharply, smothering the laughter before it could escape.
"So, this is payback?" I asked, just making sure.
"Hmmm.. yes. Each balloon is filled with permanent blue dye. Interested?"
For answer, I leaned over, and carefully took aim. Then, I let it go, listening to it whistle through the air as it gained speed.
Outraged screams shattered the stillness of the air, followed by more splashes as Ginny let a few fly herself. Grabbing three more balloons, I let them drop on the struggling couple, then grabbed Ginny by the waist. "C'mon, before they recoup!" I laughed, running back down the stairway.
I heard the bottom door open into the tower, followed by pounding steps slapping on the stone stairs. Looking to the right, I spotted another door, and took it back into the castle. Ginny was laughing so hard, I knew that she wouldn't be able to walk, so I continued to run with her in my arms.
We flew through the corridors, ignoring the strange looks from everyone as we rushed back to the infirmary. Crashing through Madam Pomfrey's darkened territory, I made my way to our room and slammed the door behind us just as our erstwhile guardian started yelling into the darkness.
"SHHH!" I hissed to the quieting girl. "Quick.. under the covers."
Soundlessly, we moved, thankful that we didn't leave any lamps lit. Then, slipping off our shoes, we slid under the blankets fully clothed. Facing each other, we closed our eyes and waited for Pomfrey to check in on us.
The door opened quickly, and we froze, hardly daring to breath. Then, a loud "MEOW!", followed by more crashes and a few hisses.
"Darn cat!" Madame Pomfrey closed the door quietly. "I should have gotten rid of you years ago!" She muttered, her voice fading as she went back to her room.
I opened my eyes, and found myself staring into hers, laughter shining deeply in their depths. Without thought, I leaned forward, sealing her lips with mine. Gently, I nibbled at the corners, begging her to open them for me.
She did, sighing into my mouth. I deepened the kiss, pulling her tight against me as she brushed her tounge against mine. She tasted of cherries, with a hint of vanilla - rich ice cream for my senses.
Desperately, I pulled away, knowing that this was a mistake.
:::Thou shalt not fuck with good girls.::: I silently thought my new mantra, groaning as I rolled over onto the floor. :::Especially not good Weasley girls.:::
"Draco?"
I opened my eyes, hearing the confusion in her voice. Above me, her hair draping down to brush against my skin, Ginny hung off the bed, watching me
"Go to sleep, Gin." I muttered, pulling a pillow down to the floor. "Go to sleep before we do something we're going to regret."
"What makes you think I'm going to regret it?" She sounded so cute, trying to be more mature than she was. I could feel my lips quirking up in the darkness, then forced them into a straight line.
I had to do this.. for her sake.
"You'll regret it because I'm a Malfoy and your a Weasley. To my family, your good enough to fuck, but not to keep."
Her breath hissed in anger, and her body fell hard onto mine as she rained punches over my chest. Closing my eyes, I let her go, knowing that I deserved it. Then, finally, she was done.
Getting up, she climbed back onto the bed, sobbing as she bundled the covers around her.
"Throw me down a quilt." I ordered, not hoping for much.
"Screw off, Ferret-face!" She growled, the tears disappearing in her anger. I smiled, knowing that she would be alright.
:::That's my girl.::: I thought, pulling the top quilt off of her myself. "Why, Thank you, Weasley. I know you don't want me to get sick, now, do you?" :::It's for your own good, Gin.:::
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****Interlude**** Ginny's POV
I lay in the dark, listening to Draco's deep breathing. :::How could I have let him kiss me?::: I wondered, remembering, against my will, the tender kisses he gave me that night.
:::I would have let him take anything from me.::: I admitted it. :::It was almost as if he had me under a spell!:::
Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes as I remembered what he said.
'To my family, your good enough to fuck, but not to keep.'
:::To my family.::: He said. "But, what about you, Draco?"
"Hmmm?" He asked beneath me, still asleep. I held my breath, waiting. In another moment, his breathing evened again.
:::He didn't say, 'To me'. :::
I leaned over the edge of the bed, watching his face with suspicious eyes. His forehead was wrinkled, deep in thought, as if he didn't rest, even in sleep. Then, his lips parted.
Still sleeping, he muttered, "Ginny...."
Smiling, I lay back on my stomach, no longer glaring at the feather that joined our hands together. I still didn't understand his actions, but I felt better, knowing that I invaded his dreams.
Soon, my thoughts drifted away as sleep claimed me.
****End Interlude***
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Slowly, I woke up, becoming aware of my surroundings. The first thing I noticed, was the cold hard floor under my hips. Groaning, I pushed up, feeling a soft arm against mine. Then, I remembered.
:::Ginny.:::
"Draco?" She mumbled, sleep coloring her voice.
"Well, I don't know who else it would be." I grumbled, my body shivering with the early morning cold.
Then, we both remembered our victims from the night before.
"HURRY!" She yelled, hopping out of bed.
"Gin?" I caught her attention, my voice dry. "I don't know about you, but I would really like to go to the bathroom."
She looked down at herself, grimacing at the wrinkled robe and twisted socks. "A shower would be nice, too." Ginny admitted, her face twisted.
"Hmmm... any ideas?"
"Ask Madame Pomfrey?"
"/sigh/ nothing else comes to mind."
Within moments, we were knocking on the medical witch's door, ignoring her blustering "go away! It's too early!"
"Madame! We need help!" Ginny called out. "We want to get washed, and change clothes, and use the toilet, but we're stuck together!"
The door flew open, revealing their chaperone. Her hair was pulled back into curlers, and she wore some sort of frilly nightgown. Pulling her glasses onto her face, she looked us up and down, 'tsking' as she pushed past us.
She led us into the medical ward proper, then pulled back a curtain.
"This is the shower we use when a potions experiment goes wrong."
She pushed Ginny into the small curtained cubicle, then drew the curtain closed halfway. Then, she pulled another curtain over, joining the edges together around our joined hands.
"Give me your clothes, Miss Weasley." She ordered.
"But, how am I supposed to get them off?"
"Rip the sleeve down the seam. We can put clasps on the shoulders until this is over."
Seconds later, the wrinkled robe flew over the top of the curtain, followed closely by jeans, t-shirt, and underwear. Then, the water was turned on, and steam floated around the tiny area.
I groaned, unable to stop imagining her slim body encased in nothing but wispy mist.
:::I will never survive.:::
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Thirty minutes later, we were huddled in a quiet corner of the dining hall, trying to stay out of Snape's way. We didn't need reminding that the potions master didn't want our presence there until we were separated.
:::More than likely, he doesn't want to remind the DADA professor of his failure.:::
Laughing softly, I watched as Professor Snape continued his courtship until Ginny yanked on my hand. I followed her gaze, nearly choking as Ron slinked into the hall, trying to act nonchalant.
His face was bright indigo, and his hair was a strange shade of purple where the dye mixed with his red hair. His eyes were stormy, as they scanned the hallway, looking for the culprit.
Hermione was right behind him, but, unless you glanced at her hands, it looked as if she didn't get any of the dye on her. Her hands, however, were completely covered with the blue stuff, from where she had them burrowed in Ron's hair. Blushing, she walked around her angry boyfriend, and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Beside me, Ginny was choking from laughing so hard. She was leaning against my back, enjoying her brothers embarrassment as the students started to snicker loudly.
Then, Ron's gaze found us, narrowing as he realized who was at fault. I nudged Ginny's side, and she looked up, swallowing hard. Then, plastering an innocent expression on her face, she waited for Weasley to approach.
"Ginny!" He roared, stalking closer. "I know you did this!"
"Why, Ron! What ever happened to you?" She batted her lashes, biting her tounge.
:::Ha! Her brother would never believe that look!:::
"Don't 'why Ron' me! I know you had something to do with this!" Ron insisted, towering over her.
Instinctively, I pushed her further behind me, then waited for his glare to meet mine.
"The brat was in my dorm last night, watching while I played cards."
"Shut up, Malfoy! You probably helped her!" Ron went to push me out of the way, then squeaked as Crabbe lifted him into the air.
:::Where did he come from?::: I wondered. I hadn't even noticed my bodyguards approach.
"Goyle, where was Ginny last night?" I asked, knowing that Weasley thought he was too dumb to lie.
"Poker game." He muttered, laughing as Crabbe dropped Ron back onto the ground.
Weasley stood up, brushing dirt from his pants, and fuming. "I know you had something to do with this!" He muttered, cursing.
"Weasel, as much as I would have LOVED it to be my idea.. it wasn't. Now, why don't you go away so we can eat in peace?"
He was about to argue. His mouth was open, and his hand was resting on his wand when Snape came up to our little group.
"This isn't over!" He hissed, turning to meet the older man.
"Malfoy! I thought I told you two that you will eat in your room!"
"Yes, sir. We're just getting our food, and Weasley decided to make trouble for us."
"Trouble, huh? We'll see about that! Weasley! Thirty points from Gryffindor!"
Ginny kicked me from behind, and Ron squeaked high, incensed that I had caused them points.
"Now, everyone back to where they belong, or I'll take more!" The oily professor threatened, drunk on power.
Smirking, I motioned Crabbe and Goyle back to their seats, our eyes meeting with mutual pleasure at torturing a Gryffindor. I turned, meeting Ginny's accusing eyes, then shrugged, unconcerned.
After all, I was trying to drive her away.
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TBC
